Chapter 6: Glimpses of Stories from the First High Hill Group

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Betsy
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This May I stepped onto the Camino de Santiago in Spain to complete a solitary pilgrimage of discovery. I was given an opportunity to review my life and received the gift of insight into lifelong patterns that were set into motion long ago. I chose to walk the Camino to help my transition from…
Brenda
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On a cold sunny day the year 1944, a child was pulled into the world by an intoxicated Dr. Sweet in the town of Ritzville in the state of Washington… the first ten years were spent living on a farm seven-and-one-half miles from town. The house was old, but mom made it comfortable and it was…
Chuck
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I was born in Lexington, Kentucky, “the heart of the bluegrass” on July 28, 1936… it was, and still is, a beautiful rural setting of rolling hills geologically named the “knobs region”. We were just west of the mountains of Appalachia. I am an only child. My father was 39 and my mother 38 years…
Linda
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I like the quote from Mary Oliver’s poem, “The Summer Day:” Tell me, what is it you plan to do / With your one wild and precious life? I’m not afraid to ask that question and not vague about my answer….
Marsha
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I was born into a beautiful old house, four stories if you counted the full basement and attic, which I did. There were beveled glass French doors at the entrance to the living area, a playroom/music room, a dining room, huge kitchen, three large bedrooms upstairs, a walk-through coat closet, and…
Shaddon
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My grandparents, my mother and I lived on 45 acres at the edge of town. Dexter, Maine was a small town with a population of about 5000. Our home sat at the top of a high hill and on a clear day you could see the White Mountains….
Steve
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(My mom and dad) met at Edison High School in Minneapolis. I think their lockers were near one another. After high school, Dad joined Roosevelt’s CCC, cut timber and built roads in northern Minnesota, and joined the Marine Corps in 1939. He wrote……
Terry
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As I contemplate the 51 years that have elapsed since my arrival on that presumably cool 24th day of November in 1946, I’m reminded that we all have our story and perhaps the telling of this story will remind me of who I am. A glance at my ancestry, at least as much of it as I’m aware of will…

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